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VICTORIA SAT NEXT TO CHIMNEY AS THEY WATCHED BOBBY COOK. Honestly, she loved working here because if it wasnt for Bobby, she would not be eating good. She could cook but not as good as Bobby could. "You ever feel like you missed your calling, cap?" Chimney asks him curiously. Bobby looks over at him.
"What are you thinking? Michelin-rated restaurant or short order cook?" Bobby questions.
"I was thinking TV chef. I mean what you do, it's like performance art." Chimney answers as he gestures toward the food.
"Mhm, much like watching cooking on TV, we never get to taste anything. Usually by the time it hits the table, the bell goes off." Hen tells them, shaking her head as she walks to sit down next to Victoria.
"Speak for yourself, I shove as much food in as I can and run." Victoria states with a laugh, resting her chin in the palm of her hand.
"All right. Speed round. If you weren't doing this, what would you be doing?" Bobby asks them, looking at the trio.
"fighter pilot, top gun. Call sign Shogun." Chimney tells them with a smirk on his face. Both Hen and Victoria let out a laugh but Chimney seemed to be telling the truth.
"Seriously?" Victoria asks him, a bit amused.
"What? I could do that." Chimney responds. Bobby shakes his head, smiling at the group.
"What about you, Hen?" He asks the woman who thinks about it for a moment.
"Editorial cartoonist, The New Yorker." Hen tells them. They all stare at her for a moment. "I have a lot to say." She admits with a shrug.
"You draw?" Bobby asks her.
"She does not." Victoria denies. Hen hits her arm causing her to laugh a little bit.
"No, it's a dream. It's not supposed to be attainable." Hen points out as she shrugs her shoulders before looking toward Chimney. "Top gun? You can barely drive, you rebar head." She states with a bit of a snort.
"Hey." Chimney replies, a bit offended.
"I would be a stripper." Victoria tells them. Everyone glances in her direction, a bit surprised. "Kidding." She says as she rolls her eyes. But she wasnt really. She had been a stripper when she first got out of high-school to help pay bills.
"No, i see that. You totally have the body." Hen tells her with small wink. Victoria laughs a bit, leaning on Hens shoulder.
"Who would be a stripper?" Buck's voice comes into the room as he comes up behind them, having not heard the full context.
